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I bore Arthur Jackson's bone cancer pain for five long years. Yet when his sweetheart Celeste Perkins scraped her skin, he accused me of faking illness to compete for his favor and even smashed my special painkillers. "Celeste ruined her health to save me back then. Who are you to play the victim?" he spat. I stared at the shattered pills scattered across the floor, but for the first time, I didn't erupt into hysteria or argue with him. Instead, I whispered in my mind to the System. "Confirm: pain transfer binding disengaged." Seven days after his unbinding countdown ended, every ounce of that bone-crushing, soul-eating cancer pain would return—no dilution, no mercy—to his own body.